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Chapter Two

“Why are you standing on my front porch?” I asked, desperate to avoid Van’s lingering gaze. It swept over me, taking in my sweatpants and sweatshirt, messy hair, and wrinkled pillow-face before reconnecting with my eyes. It wasn’t even six yet.

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Chapter One

“I’m sorry, what did you say? I thought you said you got the part,” Hazel asked while I stared at my ceiling. Despite living in D. C....

Chapter Three

Van’s offers hung over me like a dark cloud. He wasn’t entirely wrong, but those choices weren’t exactly fair either. Maybe it was silly,...

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